It’s pleasurable, but not what she needs. What she needs is the wet heat of his mouth, the way he uses his tongue in that special way to make her bo...dy erupt in shuddering waves. Her hands bury themselves in his hair, yanking his head down as she thrusts herself upwards. She loves the cocky grin he gives her as his fingers grip her hips to keep control, the way he locks his eyes to hers as he slowly lowers the wet heat of his mouth to her molten core. 'Yesss!' Her high cries of pleasure area. “Of course I did, and you know that I will always love you regardless if we do it again or not.”“Good, now lets go eat. I am hungry from exerting all that energy last night.”“Lets go,” I threw her over my shoulder like a rag doll, and carried her to the kitchen squealing and laughing. We sat about cooking up eggs, bacon, hash browns, grits, toast and orange juice. By the time we got done cooking, Shane and Stacy had joined us. Stacy greeted me in the same way as Stephanie had, and Stephanie did. ." Mr. Leepitbinga pointed at the base over the ridge, " ... Many times. Perhaps even one so young might have something to add. Shall we discuss it?"The four elders moved closer together.The backdoor was indeed locked. A hangar of wartime construction consisted of a concrete floor with a sturdy bolt together steel I-beam frame spaced according to the size and pitch of the roof. In between the I-beams were light u-channels from top stringer to base. Laterals of steel channel were bolted to the. "Caned? I was never caned but some girls at my school were," responded Christine."I was caned on three occasions at school but that is another story," said Brenda who then asked, "Would you like me to sit with you on the settee Christine?" Um yes, yes I think I would," replied Christine who felt a tingling in her cunt.Brenda sat to Christine's left-hand side and their legs touched and Brenda put her left hand on Christine's left thigh. They looked into each other's eyes and Brenda moved her.